Page 123 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“That’s the thing!” interjected Edward. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“So I could be Stone and you could take my name? We could trade?”
“Well, I was thinking we could both be Stone. From now on, we could both…”
Tabby leaned closer as if drawn forward by his whispered words. He pulled her hips so she rolled over his cock in the way he’d always love.
“I rather need a viscountess. And if I’m going to put a baby in you anyway, I wondered if you might be willing to suffer through the humiliation of being Viscountess Netherwallop. You wouldn’t have to support yourself if you were that awful wife you feared. I wouldn’t need an awful wife at all if I had you.
“You are my equal — nay, my better — in spirit, loyalty, and courage,” he continued.
Her face was impassive as he made his offer. And then he realized he’d said nothing of his heart. He really needed not to foul this up!
“There’s also a problem I’ve discovered.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s just that I’m terribly in love with you, Tabby. Feel dashed awful when you’re not around,” he said, his eyes closed so he could pull forth the right words and not get distracted by the way she moved on his cock or her expression. “You’re my heart’s true companion.”
“Is that so?”
“‘Fraid it is, my love,” he said. “Very sorry to do this to you when you’re doing so well with your courtesan training. You’d be marvelous, but I just don’t think I can let you out of my sight or bed that long.”
Edward felt the speed of her movements on his cock increase, and he knew he needed to get the whole of his feelings out before she drained his balls and every thought from his head.
“I’ve learned that I have a heart,” he said, his cods drawing tight. “Well, I did. Unfortunately, you took possession of it unexpectedly.”
“Seems cruel.”
“The cruelest,” he said, the bedclothes gathered in his hands as he fought to delay his paroxysm.
“It’s a good thing I like you, Edward,” she said, unfastening the buttons on his waistcoat as she rocked on his lap.
“Justlikeme? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll settle for it in hopes you’ll grow to care more for me—”
“I don’t know that girls from the slums get to fall in love,” she hummed. The little minx was drawing this out; he’d have her arse for this torture.
“Then you’ll just have to become a viscountess.”
“Sounds like an awful lot of work,” she said, helping him pull the waistcoat from his body.
“I’ll keep you in bed much of the day. When our finances allow, servants will bring you meals on trays.”
“Eels and roasted nuts and meat pies? Chocolate for breakfast?”
“Anything you’d like.”
“What about what I want most?”
“Anything, Tabby.”
“I had the misfortune of getting caught lifting something from a nob one day.”
“You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?” asked Edward, recalling the day they’d met. The day he felt a small hand in his pocket and grabbed the urchin attempting to lift his light purse.
“Just trying to eat, don’t mean no harm,” she said, echoing the words she’d said all those years ago.
“I’ll keep my girl fed now,” he said, bringing her down for a kiss.
